Disclaimer: I don't own Ron, or any other characters mentioned in this fic, except my OC's. All others are someone else's property.


"So where is this party?" Adam asked, as Ron continued to drive, farther and farther from the city.

"Out in the suburbs." Ron replied. Adam looked at him skeptically.

"The suburbs of Chicago? Because I think we left the suburbs of San Fran behind about twenty minutes ago." He quipped. Ron sighed.

"Do you want to drive?" Ron asked. He knew the answer was a no, because Adam didn't know where they were going. There was no intelligent response, but a snore issued from the passenger's seat. Ron sighed, and turned the corner up a large, black topped driveway. The silver convertible eased to a stop. Kim was fanatical about her car, and no one driving it but her, and Adam seemed to be the only one that wanted to drive his so Shego had let them use hers, mainly because Adam refused to ride on Ron's motorcycle. As the engine shut off, and Ron opened the door, Adam woke, and slipped out of his side.

"So who owns this place?" He asked.

"No idea, but the party is supposed to be here. I don't see them though." Ron replied dubiously. He looked around and started to shudder. "This suddenly feels like a trap."

"I know what you mean. I can feel something moving around here, and I don't like it." Adam nodded. "I think getting in the car and leaving, is a fantastic idea."

"I agree with that." Ron swallowed, and they dove for the car. The engine roared to life, as a pair of huge Doberman's came bounding out of the bushes. Ron slammed the accelerator down, glad he'd left the car in reverse, as they peeled out of the driveway. The dogs stopped just inside the gates, and Ron shifted into drive, pulling away on the road, heart thumping against his chest. "I think I got the wrong address." He admitted sheepishly. Adam looked at him over the sunglasses he was still wearing.

"Duh." Was all he said.

The party turned out to be less than ten minutes, and one wrong turn away. Ron had taken a right, instead of a left, and that lead to the wrong house. He thankfully found out he wasn't the only one to make that mistake at the party. A gaggle of girls from his culinary arts class absorbed Ron, most of them clamoring for recipes, among other things.

"Please Ladies, one at a time, there's enough Ron for everyone!" He called over the yelling. A number of guys across the pool moved around to either help him, or pull girlfriends away from him. He still found himself surrounded by a half dozen clingy women, who seemed to want more than just a recipe, or cooking advice. Thankfully, the DJ arrived shortly after that, and he was able to slip most of them, and convince them to settle for dancing for the moment. Leaning against the drink table, Adam doubted they would settle for just dancing.

"I'm not afraid of you." A familiar voice announced from behind him.

"Good for you Bonnie. It wouldn't be any fun if you were." He replied, without looking back. He took another sip of the tequila in his hand. "You should try the tequila, it's an excellent vintage of Jose."

"I'm not stupid enough to get drunk around you again." Bonnie snarled. "And I'm going to tell Stoppable about our little 'date'." She hissed.

"Go ahead." Adam shrugged. "I only said you can't tell Kim."

"And you aren't worried about Ron finding out?" She asked.

"Not really. He knows me well enough by now." Adam answered with a sly smile.

"Hello, Bonnie. Who knows you well enough by now?" Ron asked. He had a young woman with him, with brilliant electric blue hair, and deep green eyes, along with a figure that would have made a Barbie doll green with envy. Her waist wasn't so tiny, but the rest was in similar proportion to it, as the Barbie's features were.

"You know me well enough, to know that my tastes don't run to the vanilla." Adam replied, winking at both Ron, and his friend. Ron nodded, and the girl giggled, obviously getting the idea.

"Oh, that date you guys had. I take it you didn't enjoy yourself?" Ron asked. Bonnie was silent. "I'm sorry, Adam said he thought you had."

"Guess she's not that kind of girl." Ron's friend giggled again.

"You told him?" Bonnie asked, appalled.

"Of course. I can't keep secrets from my best friend. Ronnie doesn't seem to object to it though." Adam chuckled.

"Kim tends to over react to stuff like that. I don't think she got enough religion growing up." Ron shrugged. Both Adam and the girl laughed. "Where are my manners, Adam, this is Julie. Julie, Adam. Watch out for him. He's a lover, not a fighter." She giggled again, as Adam took her hand and kissed the back of it. Bonnie growled, and stalked away.

"She gone?" Adam asked, not looking around. Ron nodded. "Thanks for the save man. I think my neck is sunburned from the glares I was getting." Julie gave a genuine laugh. "Now Ronnie, why don't you go find your own pretty girl, while I try and convince this one to see me when she wakes up."

"Like I said, a lover, not a fighter." Ron grinned, and walked away. He was half-way across the yard, when a familiar face appeared from out of the crowd. "Hey Tara!"

"Hey Ron. You here with Kim?" She asked, with a smile. It wasn't the warm, tender smile Ron knew, but he couldn't tell just what was wrong.

"Nah, she and Shego are in Switzerland, acting as security. We boys weren't invited." Ron chuckled. "Adam's around, charming the ladies. So, are you here with Josh?"

"No, we..." She trailed off, and looked away.

"Broke up? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put my foot in my mouth." Ron sighed, and gave a weak smile. "Guess somethings don't change."

"No, it's alright Ron, I've been trying hard not to think about it." She shook her head. "I didn't expect him to leave after something as innocent as a kiss. He didn't even let me explain."

"Explain what?" Ron prodded carefully, trying his best to be sensitive.

"That it was my cousin. It was just a kiss on the cheek, he's been studying in France for a year, and wanted to greet me." She sighed shakingly. "Josh saw, and over reacted. I don't know what came over him. He almost..." She stopped.

"Hit you." Ron guessed. Tara nodded on the verge of tears. Ron put an arm around her shoulders, and led her to a seat off to one side. "Tell me what happened."